the lake of innisfree

i will arise and go now, and go to innisfree,
and a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
nine bean-rows will i have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
and live alone in the bee-loud glade.

and i shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
there midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
and evening full of the linnet's wings.

i will arise and go now, for always night and day
i hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
while i stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
i hear it in the deep heart's core.

by william butler yeats